Chapter 18
I blinked my eyes open at the filtered light through the slats of the pulled blind. A brief second of startle came from the weighty, sculpted arm draped across my belly. It tightened, rooting me to the spot as its owner's sleep-ladened eyes watched.
"Morning, Sunshine. How are you?" Charlie asked as his fingers traveled up from my waist, over my belly and my breasts, to my face, finally cupping my cheek.
He stayed?
I affected nonchalance, squinted my eyes, and croaked, "Good. You?" The memory of our enchanting night flooded my brain. Heaviness settled like a blanket on my chest and my mouth went dry as a bone. This is where he'll turn cold and make up an excuse to leave.
"Great, and not so good, but we can talk about it over coffee," Charlie answered.
I faced him, my brow
